They're counting down my last hours to live. The blood on the wall paints the nightmares of those before me,and now they are all ghosts washed away. And I struggle to survive, but these white walls are closing in. And my death waits at the door of the killing room.

My mistake was always taking the easy way out. What were a couple of hours wasted on taking mindless questionnaires? What did it matter being subjected to drugs to test for side effects? If I was lucky, I would become a super hero, but if not, then so be it. Being a lab rat is easier pay than breaking my back out there in the real world, but now I have become a rat trapped in their deadly maze.

They say you go mad in the padded, white room. There is no sense of time, no touch of reality. All you have are those damn
white walls, and if you are lucky, you can carve a shred of evidence that you were there before you disappear. But once that door slams shut, there is no chance of escape, and hope is just a faint whisper that twists you until you break.

And then there were four. Mindless questionnaires stood before a group of strangers with pencils at the ready. Small talk broke the silence surrounding the white room. Pages whispered in the wind, and eyes shifted from side to side, surveying those occupying the same space. And then he came, and everything changed.

Her life flashed before their eyes, and the door slammed closed. Blood seeped across the floor, red ink that washed their hands in fate, and the timer counted down the last minutes of their life. They struggled with answers that could unlock their freedom, release them from this nightmare, but then another life disappears. And hope begins to diminish, and the walls close in. And for the last to survive, the other must die, but is it so easy to play God?

The black glass divided her from them, but she could not tear herself away from their demise. Instead, she hovered over a brink that threatened to engulf her, and she knew she could save their lives. But in doing so, she would sacrifice herself, so there was no choice but to play his game, observe and report. But was she ready for this? Was she ready to sacrifice for the greater good?

And we follow Alice down into the deep, dark rabbit hole, and there is no going back once that door slams closed. And what seems like easy money responding to a classified ad for test subjects instead pulls back the layers of a more controversial, deadly experiment that would push the human mind to its breaking point, and the game of Russian roulette spins around and around until a candidate is found. And as lives hang on the line, humanity slips away, and survival digs in. And in this intense thriller do we find ourselves trapped in The Killing Room, unable to tear away from those struggling to survive, and held tight in suspense, wondering how far we would go to create the perfect weapon.